e.

"_That_ is the matter," replied Sybil, with a shudder, as she took the
volume she had been reading from the chimney piece and put it in his
hands.

It was a work with which Lyon Berners, as a law student, had been very
familiar.

"Why, where did you get this?" he inquired in a tone of annoyance, for
he felt at once what its effect upon Sybil's mind must be.

"Oh, I found it behind the looking-glass in the other room."

"Left by some traveller, I suppose. I am sorry, Sybil, that you have
chanced upon this work; but you must not let its subject influence you
to despondency."

"Oh, Lyon! how can I help it? I was so strong and cheerful in my sense
of innocence, I had no idea how guiltless people could be convicted and
executed as criminals."

"My darling Sybil, all these cases that you have read were tried in the
last century, a period of judicial barbarism. Courts of justice are more
enlightened and humane now, in our times. They do not sacrifice sacred
life upon slight grounds. Come, take courage! be cheerful! trust in God,
and all will be well."

"I do trust in the Lord, and I know all will be well; but oh! I wish it
were to-morrow that ship is to sail?" answered Sybil.

"It will sail very soon, dear. And now we had better go to rest, and try
to get some sleep. In my character of market farmer, I have to be up
very early in the morning to attend to my business, you know," said Lyon
with a smile.

Sybil acquiesced, and the fugitive couple retired for the night.

Bodily fatigue so much overcame mental anxiety, that they slept
profoundly, and continued to sleep until near daylight, when they were
both aroused by a loud knocking at the door.

"Oh, for Heaven's sake, who is that?" gasped Sybil, starting up in
affright, for every knock now, scared her with the thought of sheriff's
officers armed with a warrant for her arrest, and excited a whole train
of prospective horrors.

"Hush, darling, hush; it is only one of the men about the place waking
me up, according to orders, to be in time for the market. We must keep
up our assumed characters, my dear Sybil," said Mr. Berners, as the
knocking was repeated, accompanied by the calls of,

"Farmer! farmer!"

"Aye, aye! I hear you. You needn't batter down the doors. I'm a-going to
get up, though it's very early, and I an't as young as I used to be
twenty years ago, nyther," grumbled the "farmer," as with many a grunt
and sigh, as of an old and weary man, he go